Page 116 of Where Angels Fall

“I’m gonna... I’m gonna come, Angel,” he grits through clenched teeth. “That perfect... fucking... mouth!”

He comes with a groan, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallow him down until I’m choking on it, pulling off him as his salty seed drips over my lips. I suck in deep breaths as I watch him do the same.

And then he falls to his knees in front of me, shaking hands gripping either side of my face. I feel the eyes of the other men on us. But he only looks at me, and I only look at him.

“My angel,” he breathes as his forehead falls against mine. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes makes me dizzy in the best of ways.“

The light to my darkness. The pleasure to my pain.”

The end...

Epilogue

Ash

Her soft hand grips mine, that pretty face of hers scrunching into a grimace.

After all she’s gone through, who would have thought a tattoo would make her squirm.

I have to bury my teeth into my bottom lip to hide my grin.

“Hold still,” Roxy huffs, gripping my angel’s leg with one hand while tattooing with her other.

“It feels funny,” Maddy frowns, but when her eyes slide to mine, her lashes flutter at me, a small smile curving on her face. “Don’t laugh!”

This time, I can’t contain my laugh. She’s just too fucking perfect and adorable. “Angel,” I sigh, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “You do realise where she’s tattooing you is over two very deep knife wounds? This is nothing compared to that.”

I immediately regret bringing it up.

Angry, red fury slides down my spine at the memory from just months ago. One that still keeps me up at night and pulls me into fits of rage that I barely get out of.

“Ow!” She squeals, and I realise I’m squeezing her hand too hard. My smile turns sheepish.

“Maybe if you let it heal more, it wouldn’t hurt so bad,” Roxy gives my angel a look, her blue eyes blinking knowingly.

My angel gives her a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. It makes my teeth grit.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” she murmurs, turning her attention back onto me.

My brave girl.

These past months have been… hard.

While I battle the images of her tied and taken from me that haunt me, she battles, well… where do I even start.

Surviving her father and his business.

Surviving the realisation that all her work she did was just feeling his abhorrent business.

Surviving being tortured and stolen, left to die in an underground pit.

Killing her father and leaving her life as she knew it.

Surviving me…

“Ash!” Maddy warns, and I have to beg the muscles in my hand to relax.

“Sorry,” I whisper, leaning towards her and pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I’m feeling murderous.”